I got a pair of Jacks, a ten, a three, and a two.
GEE, all I got is two pair. A pair of ones, and another pair of ones.
Shit. I got three pair. Again. Fold.
You can all fold. I’ve only got one pair, but what a pair they are!
It’s not quantity, it’s quality.
Sweet, I win. I’ve got three kings. All right, ante in.
Yeah? Well I have a pair of fours, a five, a six, and you just cut a five. My 24 points trumps your measley 8 so I’ll take that …
What?
Oops. Wrong game. Sorry.
[sub][sup]Three of clubs, Jack of clubs, six of clubs, nine of clubs . . . . If I can just pick up another club on the draw I’m golden . . . .
Damn, eight of hearts.[/sup][/sub]
Fold with a whole lot of nothing.
I call shenanigans!
I’ve got a full house. People all over the goddamn place. But anyway, my hand? …I, uh, fold.
“I win! I’ve got five aces!”
“Not so fast. I’ve got SIX aces!”
“DAMN!”
Ah, the glory that is cheating… See, I’ve got eleven aces! I think I won.
Mnementh, your sig reminded me of a really weird site I came across one day, found here http://www.armchair.mb.ca/~scissors/
I especially like their little “man at work” image in the celebrity section.[/complete, utter hijack]
Featherlou that’s a beautiful site, and its random appearance on this thread is one of the things I love most about the web. But one thing I don’t understand about the site is the music. What on earth has being German got to do with it?
11 Aces? That’s nothing. My scissors cut your cards…
Oh, wait. Wrong game. Wrong thread.
I’m beginning to wonder if I should clarify as to what led to that quote from Tisiphone…